Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Chapter 218 Turbulent Air

Cecilia’s pov

I stood from the sofa.

"You’d better get going," I said, voice even. "Time waits for no one--especially not your pilot."

Sebastian’s eyes flashed with something murky--a blend of frustration, regret, and the kind of silent math people do when trying to calculate how much damage they’ve done.

"Yes, Ms. Secretary," he said, aiming for humor and landing somewhere near desperation.

He gave me a shallow smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, then turned and walked toward his room, shoulders tight beneath his perfect shirt.

The second he disappeared down the hall, I returned my attention to Muffin, dangling a feather toy just out of her reach.

She batted at it with single-minded determination--loyal, predictable, and offering a softness people so often withheld..

Sawyer seized his moment, reaching over to scratch Muffin behind the ears.

"Listen, Cecilia... the Alpha really didn’t mean to abandon you last night," he said, lowering his voice like this was some kind of spy movie.

"It was Tang’s fault--he freaked out and told Sebastian you were safe. And Luna Regina was actually in danger, like real danger, not society-scandal-danger."

"It’s fine, Sawyer," I said quietly, smoothing Muffin’s fur. "I understand. I’m not angry."

Sawyer gave me a look that said it all:

Sure. And I moonlight as the Queen of England.

Before I could add anything else, Tang bounded over like a golden retriever who knew he’d chewed the wrong shoes.

"It’s all my fault!" he said, eyes wide and hands flailing. "If I hadn’t left the ballroom to report to the Alpha... I should’ve stayed with you! If you’re mad, just--just throw something at me. I deserve it."

I laughed. Not bitter or cold. Just tired.

"Throw something at you? Please. I’d sprain my shoulder before I made a dent in all that gym membership."

"Please, Cecilia..." His voice cracked a little. Real guilt. Real regret.

With a theatrical sigh, I grabbed Muffin’s tiny paw and tapped it against Tang’s chest.

"There. You’ve been officially paw-slapped by my legal representative. All is forgiven."

He looked down at the little gray paw like it had absolved him of war crimes.

And I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t mad.at Tang or Sawyer, even at Sebastian, if I was being painfully honest.

Somewhere along the way, I’d stopped expecting people to show up just because I would’ve.

Turns out, being someone’s priority isn’t something you could assume.

If they came through, it was a gift. If they didn’t... well, that was just reality.

--

Eight a.m. sharp.

Time to leave for the airport.

Tang wasn’t on the original manifest for this trip, but he’d volunteered--wide-eyed and eager, like a golden retriever begging for a second chance.

Sebastian hadn’t objected.

When we reached the SUV, Tang practically launched himself into the passenger seat like it was the last lifeboat off the Titanic.

Perfect. Just perfect. I was trapped in the back with the storm cloud himself.

With the front occupied, I slid into the back--where Sebastian already sat like a storm cloud in a tailored coat.

The moment I settled in, his arm reached across me to grab the seatbelt.

The scent of his shower clung to him. Clean controlled and dangerous.

It wrapped around me before I could stop it.

"I can handle my own seatbelt, Alpha," I said, voice clipped.

"Oh," he murmured, arm still stretched across my chest, eyes locked on mine. "I was afraid you might not know how."

I gave him a thin, civil smile and pushed his chest back--gently, but with finality.

Sebastian withdrew, no argument, but I could feel the weight of his gaze like static against my skin for the rest of the drive.

I turned my face toward the window, watching the blur of early-morning Denver slide past.

Streetlights still blinked like they hadn’t gotten the memo sunrise was here.

Up front, Tang and Sawyer sat in a silence so thick, it buzzed.

If they spoke any less, I’d have to check their pulses.

We hit the airport curb a few minutes later, the kind of quiet still hanging that usually precedes either a confession or a crime scene.

The cabin felt twice as wide with just Sebastian and me.

I flipped open my laptop again.

Break over.

Work mode re-engaged. Conversation unnecessary.

Especially with anyone emotionally radioactive.

Sebastian stood.

Claimed Sawyer’s empty seat like it was a throne.

"I know London like the back of my hand," he said, smiling as if we were two friends on vacation. "You should let me show you around, Cece."

Without lifting my eyes, I replied evenly, "Please address me as Ms. Moore, Alpha."

He leaned in, voice softer. "Cece, we’re off the clock."

I shifted away until my shoulder pressed against the cabin wall.

"How is a business trip ever off the clock? Every hour is billable, remember?"

"I’m the boss," he said, inching closer.

His breath was warm, too close. "I decide when we’re working."

With nowhere left to retreat--short of phasing through the fuselage--I snapped my laptop shut and turned to face him fully.

"Fine. You’re the boss. You own the plane, the company, the air we’re breathing. Congratulations."

My voice was cool, but my eyes didn’t flinch.

"But I don’t want to talk to you."

That landed.

Sebastian looked like I’d slapped him with a signed affidavit.

I pointed to his original seat. "Go back over there. During personal time, I get to choose who I talk to. And right now, I’m choosing silence."

His brow furrowed with something almost vulnerable--frustration laced with regret.

"Cece, can we please just talk about this?"